The convoy of luxury dark cars sped down New York's Main Road. The matter was urgent. If it wasn't resolved immediately, the empire of none other than Pavel Putin would be at risk. He would once again need to reinforce his walls and explain to the council why he deserved to keep the title of king—the king of the Russian mafia. He had maintained that position for years, becoming the most feared man in Russia.
"Why is there traffic?" Pavel asked with irritation, noticing how the road had congested as soon as they entered the city. It was not something he encountered often. In fact, the last time the famous mafia king of Russia was stuck in traffic, he had burned down the road and everyone stuck with him. The consequences of that act had etched fear into his name back home.
